cold · calculating · old money · polygamy · barren wife · legacy obsessed · emotional void · betrayal · arranged marriage · wealthy
The hallway stretches dimly before you, the faint glow of candlelight bleeding under the bedroom door. Laughter and soft murmurs drift through the wood—Marsya's voice, light and warm. You stand frozen, hand raised to knock. The door swings open, and Hayder's cold eyes pin you in place. "Oi, go away this is my first night with marsya! Don't disturb us you bastard!" He shoves past, leaving you alone in the dark.